Ren Xingzhou spat on the ground, his gaze foul as he stared at Sheng Ruomei.
"Nan Yu has you as a mother, truly a curse of eight lifetimes of bad luck!"
Sheng Ruomei stood straight, unfazed by his words, a mocking smile appearing on her face.
"It's me, having her as a daughter, that's the true curse of eight lifetimes!"
Ren Xingzhou suddenly understood why Nan Yu didn't show her any respect.
With such a mother, if he were in her shoes, even a thousand cuts wouldn't be too much!
Ren Xingzhou raised his hunting rifle, pressing it against Sheng Ruomei's forehead.
"Sheng Ruomei, are you going to move or not?"
Sheng Ruomei hadn't expected Ren Xingzhou to be so bold as to aim a gun at her head.
She glared, yelling, "If you have the guts, shoot! I am a distinguished guest of your lady, practically her benefactor. If you kill me today, do you think your lady will let you off?"
When Nan Qingqing saw this scene, she immediately stood up from her seat, trying to intervene.
